VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Jan 1, 2024 20:00:55 GMT
Unless it happened with fire, out under an open sky, cooking was not his forte – it was Alex’s. Viktor muttered under his breath, dragging the wooden spoon through the second batch of eggs. The first had burned to the bottom of the pan and now littered the bottom of the trash can. He’d scrubbed the pan out, started again slowly, as though his speed or the lack of light in the kitchen that was only just being bathed in the golden glow of morning were the reasons he’d screwed up the first lot.
He forced himself to go easy, waiting for the eggs to start changing consistency before he dragged the spoon through again. Maybe if he’d spent enough time in the kitchen as a child he’d have learned this, but getting him to sit for more than a few minutes at a time had been impossible. Desperately he’d wanted to be outside with the men, digging around in the engines of the equipment they’d use to try and farm the rocky ground, only coming in when they were called to a meal and then the first five minutes would be spent trying to scrub the grease from under his nails with nagyapa watching over his shoulder. Only after had he realised just how much he had missed out on by not spending more time at her side the way Alex had.
If his brother had been home this morning he’d have talked him into helping. Leave Harmony to sleep, make breakfast for her – pamper. Alex hadn’t been though. He trusted him to stay safe, but any of them spending nights away from the house were bound to add tension. The pack had only just come back together and already they had been at odds with the Alpha.
A huff of breath, another mutter about men proclaiming themselves Gods – their family had suffered enough at the hands of men like that. Mikaelson had already gotten his claws into Aliz, he would not do the same with Alex. Family – pack – needed to stick together, especially if they were to grow.
The frown cut deeper, but he gave the eggs one last flip before he turned off the heat. They looked good this time, no black, no egg sticking to the pan hard enough that he would need a chisel to free it later. Cooked enough to finish in the heat of the pan as he buttered the toast and set that on the edges of the plate with the bacon. By now the scent of food – good, nutritious food – had probably permeated the house, but luckily Harmony still slept. Rest was as important as eating right. Sleep, food, no stress.
Eggs tumbled out onto the plates in fluffy curls. He set the knives and forks in place on the tray with the plates, cups added – kave, coffee, thick and hot to warm blood, good for the body. The pans he would handle after, the others would handle their own breakfast today anyway – if Alex didn’t get back before the day had really started.
Quiet still lingered in the hallway upstairs. Viktor drifted through it and eased back through the bedroom door, closing it with an elbow. He eased down on their bed, glad that their room was one of the first almost finished now. The tray was set on the ejjeli szekrény - nightstand, Harmony called it a nightstand, not that it made much sense – the covers eased back just enough for him to slip back beneath them.
Curling around her again, Viktor pressed his lips to Harmony’s shoulder blade, the back of her neck. His hand curled around her stomach, fingers tracing its soft line and deepening the lines between his brows. No change yet, not like when the cows and goats would get pregnant, their bellies growing round before the other changes came in – the milk leaving them full. ”Morning,” Viktor murmured, his mouth dragging up to her ear as his hand rose, cupping curves not yet changed either. ”Megbasz.” The curse muttered against her skin. Was this another part of this town’s curse? A payoff that wouldn’t come because their luck had already run out here – pack together, house for them all, too much good already.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 708 Translation: Fuck
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
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"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:40:06 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Feb 9, 2024 18:57:19 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ HARMONY NEVER THOUGHT SHE’D LIKE THIS life. Never thought she’d be able to adapt, that she’d always wish for something more, something (people) to tinker with, a big city to lose herself in. She found purpose in helping build this home, though (“build” in a relative sense, obviously━like, she did the decorating, she didn’t actually get her hands dirty). It was fulfilling, especially once they had a real bed, and she didn’t have to feel like she was slumming it━not entirely, anyway. She started to see it differently, too. They weren’t living in squaller; her man was literally building her a home. Sure, the groundwork was done for him, but that didn’t mean Viktor wasn’t rebuilding it from the ground up, customizing it for her.
And she found purpose in living a simple life with him: gathering and home-making, small things she never thought she’d find joy in. It was enough for her.
Plus, she still got to sleep in, which meant she was always (more or less) happy.
Harmony had been in and out of sleep for about an hour━not that she knew what time it was━and could hear soft clanking in the kitchen downstairs, but it didn’t rouse her from the bed. Not yet. She was content to stay wrapped in their puffy duvet a little longer, lingering in the bed that wasn’t as warm without Viktor beside her.
She awoke again as his weight shifted the bed, though she didn’t move or open her eyes, simply allowing consciousness to stream in. Harmony hummed quietly as his lips touched her skin, hands━roughened from a life of hard work━sliding over her belly. She made the same noise again in response to his verbal greeting, a breath sucked in through her teeth as her hips pressed back and into him. Harmony was grinning, though it faltered a moment after he cursed.
It’d been one of the first words she’d learned from him, and while she supposed it could’ve been used another way, he never did. Not while they were in bed (unless he was actually angry), and his tone, more than anything, made it obvious they weren’t thinking the same thing.
“What?” She asked, suddenly very awake, no longer even in the hazy space of thick air around their pleasure. Well, just hers, apparently. Harmony’s eyes flicked open, then narrowed at the bare wall across from her, shielding themselves from the bright light━one of the only downfalls of sleeping in. Wait, did she smell bacon?
“There a problem?” Her voice was soft and languid again, with an edge of teasing as she smirked, lifting a hand to cup the back of his palm. Seriously, what could be his issue with this?
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VIKTOR KOVACS
Werewolf
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Last seen Mar 29, 2024 20:04:29 GMT
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Feb 11, 2024 20:14:20 GMT
For nagyanya and nagyapa it had been the revolution, the push that changed their lives and carried them across the world. For them, it had been the hunters. An explosion in the centre of the life he’d thought he’d live until he was too old and grey to even run with the rest of the pack. Left sat in front of the fire on those freezing winter nights to entertain the great-grandchildren he probably would’ve had with Jaina with stories of the old country. All of that had been blown apart, a hail of bullets shredding what might’ve been. Driving him away, to her.
Would the cabin have been like this? No. Not so comfortable, not in the way Harmony was making it. A different woman in his bed, one whose face had blurred in his memory over time (except for the nights when the dreams came and all that pain was crystal clear again). Like a badly cut joint, parts from their old life could have fit here, but not perfectly. He was working too hard for it to be like that. All parts had to fit right, snick snick, slide into place one at a time.
There was a rhythm still to things, even if he was the only one to feel them. That was his role as Alpha, to drive that rhythm on. Harmony would scoff at that thought, some comment about his lack of rhythm slipping from lips still soft from the sleep he’d finally disturbed. Thinking she was in charge, she would’ve claimed to be the hand that created that beat – and perhaps there were times right here in this bed when she was. Most times he would snatch control at the end, losing a little of his grip on it right at the end. That was the way of things though, with the animals back home, and here in their pack.
Looking for some sign of its success, that all those nights, and mornings, and whenever the rest weren’t here, he had studied her body. Each curve traced until Viktor was sure they were etched upon his own bones. Whether the curve of her stomach was softer today, or the weight filling his palms was heavier this morning. Questing thumbs settled in place on their peaks, his fingers squeezing faintly, just in case he was wrong as he failed to find what he thought he might. Even the press of Harmony’s hips back against his failed to push the thoughts from his mind so something else could rise in their place.
Viktor grumbled under his breath at her question, his hands shifting subtly like he was comparing what was in one to the other. Shifting slightly on the bed, he inched forward, his chest pressed more firmly to his back as he glanced down over his shoulder. ”Yes, problem,” he growled. ”Still too small. Still flat. Mint egy tehén, aki nem találkozott az első bikával.” It had never taken any animal this long, not even when they had the years so cold that they barely had enough feed for the animals. They might be half starved, but still they could make sure more calves, more chicks, were born. Nagyapa had said that nature would always ensure that there were enough to carry on.
Once Harmony had sworn that he had already given her a baby. Lies that had given him only a moment’s hope before he’d realised that it was just a way to shock Aliz. Alex had seen the gleam of a better future in it too, next time he would feel it properly. He would make a good uncle, if only…
”Work the same.” One hand slid down to her stomach, drawing her back closer to him as though in explanation. ”But not work. Each month, not work. Why, Harmony?” His lips pursed as he tried to turn her towards him. Viktor studied her face. Was it her? Him? Perhaps how they did it. Animals did one way, always, but they – with Harmony it was different ways. Always ending the same, but still. He shook his head, surely this wasn’t some sort of punishment for the way he was leading the pack. All he did wrong being turned around to cost them something that should have been natural and easy.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 718 Translation: Fuck
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:40:06 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Mar 24, 2024 20:42:41 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ TOO SMALL? WAS HE FUCKING STUPID? THE SKIN between her brows creased, and she tried to decide between throwing a hand back to hit him or just yelling. “What did you just say?” She bit at him, the words almost completely unfamiliar, especially in the sentence he’d strung together. “Small? Are you blind?” It was half the reason she had so many problems before her powers had even set in. No guy had ever claimed her chest was small. Was she not enough for Viktor anymore?
He brought her hips into his anyway, his body pressed to the back of hers in a way that told her otherwise, but there was nothing to suggest he actually cared about her naked skin in his hands. She considered his next words, his confusion, her own twisting up her face. Harmony turned towards him, looking over Viktor, finding that, at the very least, he wasn’t disgusted or uninterested. It looked like the opposite, actually.
Her chest wasn’t getting any bigger. Month after month, it didn’t “work.” And… he was grabbing the curve of her stomach when he said it was flat.
Oh my God. Harmony suddenly realized what he meant, and her eyes widened as she started to laugh. It was partly relief━the fact that he didn’t find her unattractive now━and partly amazement at how he could say such clueless shit again and again. It was kind of cute.
“Why I’m not pregnant?” She laughed again and shook her head, hands rising to his chest. “That’s why you’re so upset? You want me to have your baby?” Harmony scoffed at the idea. He hadn’t wanted one before, and while things had obviously changed, she wasn’t going to not throw that back in his face. “Remember when you didn’t want one?” She practically sneered.
After a moment, she decided to go a little easy on him━which only meant telling him the truth; she wasn’t gonna hold back from teasing him about it. “I have━” No, that was just gonna make it more confusing for him. “I take birth control, Viktor. It’s like… medicine. It stops me from getting pregnant until I stop taking it.” She’d be surprised if he’d heard of such a thing, or if he wasn’t totally appalled by changing the natural system or whatever. Maybe he had a point, but it was important when men couldn’t control themselves around her, and when Viktor had never even heard of a condom.
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VIKTOR KOVACS
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Post by VIKTOR KOVACS on Mar 29, 2024 20:00:41 GMT
It always took patience to tell whether or not a mating had taken. Maybe the cow would refuse the bull next time, but not always – and that had never been a problem with Harmony. They usually had to wait for something to swell, their belly to grow, the milk to come in. Signs that were easy to spot. No mistake then. Their bellies would grow and come the right season there would be those hollers in the night, nagyapa or papa in the barn waking them all to go and help. Long days making sure babies and mamas were healthy. Months after spent watching the calves or kids grow. Every year it would be the same without fail. Of course, some cows never had calves, something was wrong inside. More wrong than this.
”I see, no problem,” Viktor grumbled, Harmony’s protests not registering in the way they were meant to. If he thought maybe there was some change, that would make him blind – or stupid. He’d spent his entire childhood helping with the animals though, getting to know every sign that the breeding had taken. ”Még nincs tej, de még van idő rá.” Maybe he’d been too young when Aliz and Alex had been born to take it all in, but he’d seen the other women and what pregnancy did to their bodies.
His hand shifted to her hip as Harmony rolled towards him, his thumb tracing the lush line. No fuller there either, although mama had always complained that her hips had gotten wider with every pregnancy – something his father had always grinned about. The briefest thought of them deepened his frown, rusty brows almost meeting at the bridge of his nose. Four children for them, a handful for Uncle Laszlo and his aunts. Each time they would announce it to the family and they would celebrate. Was it him? It wasn’t always the cow that was at fault. Sometimes the bull couldn’t do his job – although that had never been a problem with Harmony either. Usually just her pressed close to him like this was enough to start that shift, the tingle working its way through him, heat following in its wake until it felt as though the only way to slake it was to take her.
There was no mistaking the truth as he pressed Harmony back into him. No way to fool himself into thinking it was just too early. As though he had ticked her, she started to laugh. He puffed out a breath, muttering to himself before his lips pursed. ”Igen!” he growled. ”Not funny, Harmony. Should have happened by now. All the times we…” Instead of saying the words out loud, he used that hand to pull her back as though they would do it again now.
Viktor lifted his hand, holding a finger up between them as though he could cut off her argument. ”Never said don’t want baby. Áldás. Blessing, precious.” He’d been doubtful there had been a baby then, especially when the first mention had seemed to be designed to shut Aliz up. The frown softened as he studied her face, ignoring the edge her words had. Had she not thought that eventually they would help the pack grow? After everything they’d gone through, after she’d come back, it had felt like time.
Confusion edged out grouchiness, Viktor’s mouth pursing around a soundless repeat of the word medicine. Most of the pack had never needed it. Nagyana had made what they did need, her teas, the herbs, to keep those who didn’t shift healthy, but never something that would stop a pregnancy. ”Why … what …” he started, his gaze dropping dubiously to her stomach again. ”You don’t want baby? Pack won’t grow without. Family won’t grow.” More than that he wouldn’t see a child looking up at him with her mother’s ocean eyes and a smile that could convince him to do almost anything.
Tagged: HARMONY * Word Count: 655 Translation: No milk yet, but there's still time for that/Yes/Blessing
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 111
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:40:06 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Apr 15, 2024 20:22:09 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━ OF COURSE HE WAS MAD WHEN SHE started laughing━when was Viktor not mad? But, on top of that, he was serious about this, and Harmony couldn’t stop her amusement at how innocent he was. How adorable.
She slung one leg over his hips as he tugged her in, as if he wanted to show her what he meant instead of saying it. He was so primal, so physical, even if he did know the word in English. He’d heard her use it enough times, after all.
Harmony scoffed, rolling her eyes as he called it a blessing. Yeah, sure. “You can’t tell me you were happy about it.” She muttered, her eyes finding her fingers, splayed on his chest. Maybe some part of her was still hurt by his reaction━despite all the screaming they’d done over it directly after. Things were different now, too, and she had to accept that he’d also been shocked by his family’s arrival at the time. Plus, she’d placed the announcement in a way that it would upset him, then got angry when the reaction was just what she wanted.
She gave in, finally, letting him know the truth. There wasn’t anything wrong with either of them, not really━it was a choice she’d made a long time ago. Her IUD would likely have to be replaced soon, but maybe this time, she…
No, that was crazy.
“Oh, so I’m supposed to be the one-woman puppy mill to grow your pack?” She scoffed again, “Why’s that my responsibility? How do you even know I’ll pop out more werewolves?” Truthfully, she was avoiding the topic altogether, mostly because then she’d have to deal with how she felt about having kids… and how that would undoubtedly clash with Viktor’s feelings. She didn’t want him to give up on this just because she’d make a shitty mother━or only give him a bunch of little sirens that weren’t good for anything.
Harmony lifted her head a bit, peering over Viktor’s frame at the plate resting on the nightstand. She grinned, looking down at him again as she settled into the pillows. “You made me breakfast?” She hummed lightly, pressing him closer with the back of her leg, leaning in to ghost her lips over his. This had to distract him, right?
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